"Kaiser Redhorn was it?!! Let me challenge you!"
The rough voiced man grinned from the stands as the entire stadium went quiet. They weren't just shocked at the suddeness of this request, no... They were shocked by the seriousness of the requester.
"O.. oh ho ho ho ho! Do my eyes deceive me? We have a serious battle in the air folks!"
The man was draped in a shining crimson armor that gleamed under the bright morning sun his eyes were sharp and decisive as he scanned his target with a subtle grin on his face.
This man was none other than Varron Rizotta, the fabled blood knight of the south. He got his title from his usual blood red armor that never failed to inspire fear in the hearts of the unlucky few who crossed his path.
Other than that, he was in short, a bspottedattle jerky. Whenever he a worthy opponent, he couldn't help himself from initiating a battle right then and there.
"So what'll it be?..." Asked the man, leaning down from the 2nd floor. "Wanna fight?"
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